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Hamish Mackenzie
http://hamishmackenzie.purpledream.com
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In The Arms Of Solitude
12/21/04 |
In the arms of solitude
all the backs are turned
and the only hand that reaches out to you
is your own, and its charred and burned
In the arms of solitude
you'd wish you could feel pain
because all of your surroundings are blurred
and your visions are a deadly mundane
In the arms of solitude
your rage cannot get away
because soon enough you discover
these arms are your own in some way
In the arms of solitude
somehow you feel at home
escape seems darker
so inside these arms you roam
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Absence Belongs
06/10/05 |
Go away, where i once was is now only a broken tire
Once fueled by love, only the cold fuels my desire
If you leave now, do not return, with presence you bring tears
If you choose to stay, safety i will taint, open the fears!
You are the one, you the antagonist, the predictor, predator.
Leave me empty and belong to my absence.
Opening doors all slammed shut, the moment i found that truce
inside determent like sunshine when all you have is a noose
ignorance is a blessing where I'm from, not knowing.
toil in wonder beside the place of life to death is it flowing?
You are the one, you the antagonist, the predictor, predator.
Leave me empty and belong to my absence.
Cant you see? this pain grows longer than you and me.
And with all that we've been through, doesn't absence belong?
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Twenty-Four Hour Moment
02/15/06 |
A truce extended on an apologetic hand
24 hours in a car with a relationship to reprimand
Father and son, nations apart though one foot in distance
each equally concerned for the others existence
Towns flow past like milestones of silence
Obviously to avoid possible and necessary verbal-violence
A 24 hour moment on the tip of my tongue
where the big things aren't said and small things leak from a smokers lung
Destination reached in an overly literal sense
the intrusive silence wishing and becoming increasingly dense
1000miles traveled though on no common ground
but within the awkward abyss a few things I have found.
You smoke 1 cigarette and hour and two when I am there
and when you don't say anything I can see the gray in your hair.
your eyes are just like mine but there somewhere else
and although they seem steady they flicker life a pulse
If I don't give you an inch you wont take a mile
and all that you can hope for is the absence of my smile.
A 24 hour moment on the tip of my tongue
where the big things aren't said and small things leak from a smokers lung
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On The Catwalk
08/03/07 |
How they taint the sky.
Tease the eyes that adore them
Present themselves to serious voyeurs
who grow complacent about where to hide
On lookers offing themselves
on a band-wagon jacking off onto a distant muse
Ripe looking fruit with nothing inside
no sustenance, no questions
nothing but little specs being drawn to the sides
Drifting with cocaine wings
forgetting predecessors cursing the culture that defines them
swimming through crowds of admirers
asphyxiated by their wake
Being beautiful, like its a secret that gets
whispered and then distorted
glances longer than usual saying more than
you ever could.
Planting interest in men like seeds in the desert. getting undressed with a smile.
Blaming it on daddy while he sits alone praying for his little beauty queen.
Your wearing innocence like a low cut top
You make the world look fat
everything else lacks in comparison
Your body is a beautiful weapon but it murders people when you dance.
Being lonely in a crowded room, melodramatic everything with clean hands
Walking around all day with a stupid little box of emotions labeled "unique"
On the cat walk.
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The Imagined State
06/15/08 |
The unarticulated misery of youth stalks me like a shadow.
I am untouchable, yet touched by everything.
As imperfect as honesty.
A pair of clean hands longing for filth.
Bruised like a peach that fell to close to the tree.
A starved vampire inflicted with empathy.
Safety is my middle name.
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